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yoongiofmine · 2 months
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Moonchild | OT7 | Three
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Pair: OT7  x f!reader ; endgame ??? x f!reader  
Summary: Working at a coffee shop that only opened in the late hours of the night was the most exciting thing about your life, really. You never had that many friends, your love life was nonexistent, and you just couldn’t explain the feeling of not belonging that chased you no matter where you tried to find your place. 
It was when seven very handsome strangers came into your life that weird things started happening around you and within you. Could they be the ones to fill in what’s been missing? Or would getting involved with them and their world put you in danger? 
Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au. 
Warnings: Mentions of wolf attack (no blood, etc). Maknaes being whiny. Joon being hard headed. 
A/N: In honor of the votes to choose Reader's final pairing and mate being finally open for the membership, I wanted to post the third chapter of Moonchild! In case any of you want to join ko-fi or patreon to read the 20+ chapters already avaliable over there and have the chance to vote for who you want to see being Y/N's true mate at the end of this story!
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Chapter 1 & Chapter 2
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You didn’t wake up until five in the afternoon. With your messed up body clock because of work, it wasn’t rare that you slept in so late, and with how exhausted you were when you went to bed, you could have slept for another eight hours. 
But the hunger woke you up, and the events of this morning kept you up. 
As you moved around your small kitchen on autopilot to fix up a quick lunch, your mind was swirling with the latest occurrences. So werewolves were a thing. Sure. Supernatural beings actually existed outside of Reddit forums and tumblr pages. Okay. 
Maybe all of the caffeine you’ve been consuming all your life had finally caught up to you and messed up your brain chemistry. You should be terrified, packing up your little belongings and running back to your parents home; the only place you knew to be 100% safe. 
Your small town girl views of the world had just been stretched so far out you could barely see the limits anymore. 
And yet, you felt at peace. 
As if that new knowledge had been inside you all of this time, dormant. And then someone reminded you of it, and you accepted it. 
It didn’t mean you didn’t have questions, of course, you had a ton of those. 
Which is why you had your phone in one hand, typing up your queries, as the other hand brought the cup noodles to your lips for a sip. 
Seokjin is the eldest… Does that mean he’s the leader? 
Do packs have a hierarchy? 
How much do they behave like real wolves? I mean, they are real wolves, I suppose…
Can they only turn during the full moon? 
Have they watched Twilight?
Mind reading? 
You regarded that theory for a while. Now that you thought about it, there had been times where you could swear they were having a silent conversation you couldn’t hear. 
“Oh, shit.”
You really hoped they couldn’t read just anybody’s minds, since that would be a little embarrassing for you. You could definitely say your own thoughts weren’t pure and innocent every time they were near you. 
But you were only human after all –quite literally, at this point– and you had a good pair of working eyes and you could admire and recognize beauty when you saw it. Especially so when it came in the form of tall, strong, gorgeous men. 
Wolf. Wolf men? 
You almost tipped the cup noodles when the phone in your hand started buzzing. Part of you really wished it was Hoseok texting you to check in on you, just so you could speak to one of them again. And he did have your number now that you had called him to get help for Jungkook. 
But the flashing name of your friend on the screen brought a disappointing pang to your stomach. 
Kimee: Heyyyyy. Won’t you come over before your shift? I miss you! 
You: You miss gossiping 😂
Kimee: Yeah, with YOU! 
You: Well you might as well come over after your shift, I'm not opening the shop today. I'm way too tired, so I'm calling in sick.
Kimee: Ohhhh those boys you always talk about finally giving you the nice kind of trouble? 🤤
You: 🥴 I wish
Kimee was your oldest friend in Seoul. You had met her as soon as you made it to the big city, when the first job you landed was as a cashier at a 7Eleven not too far from your current apartment. The girl still worked there to this day, moving up the corporate ladder and managing the place. 
She was the only one you could actually talk to about boys and stuff like that, the one you turned to for girly nights with white wine and on sale chocolate. So Kimee had definitely heard about the seven men that plagued your thoughts late at night and early morning. 
Only there was no way you could tell her about your latest findings, you doubted she’d take it as well as you had. 
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Jungkook had been doing alright. His leg was completely healed, not even a scratch or a blemish was left on his skin. But he still moped around, still pretended to be too traumatized and upset. Just so his hyungs would dot after him. It didn’t work that well with the older ones of the pack, except maybe Hobi hyung who brought him a juice glass an hour ago. 
Jiminie and Taehyungie were a little easier to persuade to do as he wished, which is how he convinced both of them to play a horror game on his computer. He was the one actually playing it, but Jimin was giving him tips as his character of the indie game walked around. 
Taehyung was the one ignoring the game, as he laid on the maknae’s bed. 
“This isn’t fair.” the second youngest scowled from behind the other two. 
“I know it’s not, but you’re not the only one missing out on Yn time.” Jimin told him with a look over his shoulder, sympathetic to an extent. 
“It’s been three days, hyung.” Tae groaned, hugging a pillow to his chest. 
“Come play with us to distract yourself.” Jungkook invited. 
But Taehyung didn’t want to play, especially not a game that had the potential to keep him up all night. And it was easy for Jungkook to be so calm, he had been with you four days ago, could probably still feel the buzzing from being near you, still smell you on his skin. 
It was Taehyung’s turn next. He should be walking into Moonlight right now. If only Namjoon hadn’t grounded them. Maybe ‘grounded’ wasn’t the best expression, since they weren’t exactly forbidden to leave the house. But they weren’t allowed to go see you either, so what was even the point of going out in the first place? 
Jungkook had been attacked by a Southside Clan member, near the coffee shop you worked at. The pack knew it was a warning, the maknae hadn’t been hurt enough for it to be considered a major threat, but it was still a clear sign that they couldn’t keep coming closer to their border and expect no retaliation. 
It was also dark out, and the wolf came out of nowhere, so Jungkook couldn’t really identify who it was, or which pack he belonged to. All they knew is that they needed to be careful. So Namjoon had asked them for time and patience so they could come up with a plan, figure out what they should do moving forward. 
But it was taking too damn long. 
“I miss her.” Taehyung sighed dramatically, like a wounded puppy. 
“I miss her too.” at the constant mention of you, Jimin couldn’t focus on the computer screen anymore. “Do you think she thinks we’re not coming back anymore?” 
Taehyung let out an even louder cry. “Well, now I do! Thanks for that!”
Jungkook turned around in his gaming chair, a concerned pout on his own lips. He was never the best at following orders to the tee, especially if he didn’t agree with them. So he had a plan of sneaking out of the house tonight and going to see you despite his leader’s orders. Jungkook was keeping quiet about it, the more people knew, the bigger were the chances of him getting caught. 
But the dejected looks on his best friends’ faces started to bug him too. 
“What if we just–”
Jungkook’s words were interrupted as the loud banging on his closed door made the three youngest wolves jump. 
“Pack meeting.” Hoseok’s voice called from the hallway. “Come down.”
As the maknaes made it to the living room on the first floor, the four oldest were already there. 
Yoongi was biting the nail bed of his thumb, having a somewhat idea of what the leader wanted to talk about, Hoseok could not sit down, Seokjin was standing up near the window, as Namjoon stared at the dancing flames in the electric fireplace. 
The leader didn’t want to let it show too much, but he was nervous for this meeting. Beside the usual stress that seemed to constantly follow them around lately, he had come to a decision he knew wouldn’t be taken lightly by his members. He wasn’t happy about it either, but his pack’s safety and his own principles had to come first. 
They had priorities much more pressing than the feelings he himself harbored for you. 
We’re all here. Hoseok was letting him know, as if he couldn’t sense the doubled anxiety in the room. 
Namjoon turned around to regard his pack. It wasn’t easy to be the leader of a regular pack, even harder when all members were hot headed alphas who knew what they wanted; and what they wanted right now was you. 
Bangtan had its highs and lows, just like any other pack, but they had been together for a very long time, they learned to respect each other and respect Namjoon’s authority and decisions. He hoped the same would happen tonight. 
“Pack your bags, we’re leaving tomorrow.”
As soon as the words left Namjoon’s mouth, a cacophony of complaints filled the otherwise quiet living room. Jungkook was by far the loudest, as the others still showed some kind of respect to his rank. 
“Guys, please–”
“I’m not leaving just like that!” the maknae whined.
“Me neither!” Jimin would go with anything Jungkook decided. 
“Yeah, no way.” Taehyung was always right behind them. 
“Okay, let's all take a step back, let Namjoonah talk.”
Hoseok wasn’t so happy about it either, but maybe Namjoon meant they would leave for the weekend, do a job nearby, be back on monday. No need for stress. 
“We’re going to Dalju, and this isn’t open for discussion.” the leader told the pack, with a strong voice that left no space for protests. “It’s just for a little while, until things calm down.” 
“Is this because of Yn?” Yoongi was the one voicing everybody else’s thoughts. “Because she’s human and she found out about us?” 
“She didn’t find out about us, you told her.” Namjoon snapped. “Which you know goes against what we stand for.” 
“She’s hardly the first human to ever find out about our kind, don’t you think this is overreacting?” 
“She’s still the first one we ever told.” the leader pushed. 
“She won’t tell anyone.” Jungkook added. 
He probably should stay out of this, it was his fault you had found out, even if by accident. But Jungkook couldn’t just stand there and put his head down and follow the orders he didn’t agree with. 
“This is about principles. We’re fighting with the Southside because they want humans to know about us, and what do we do? We let a human know about us.”
Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.
“We are fighting with the southside because they are hurting people.” Seokjin corrected. 
The eldest was the one who went to Namjoon first, all those years ago. He would always blindly follow his footsteps, believing his friend to have the integrity and the heart to do good and to always choose what was right for the pack. If Namjoon believed that going to Dalju right now was the best option, he would follow. 
But he wouldn’t let Namjoon compare them to the Southside just for what had happened a few days ago. 
Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.
“This was fated to end in disaster anyway.” the leader pressed his temples. “It could never work, for any of us. Might as well walk away from her now.” 
“That’s not fucking fair, you don’t get to decide that!”  Jungkook was standing up, a low growl rumbling from his chest. 
Hoseok moved a little closer to the maknae, hoping to ease the situation. If Jungkook kept pushing, Namjoon could take him as a threat and things could get ugly. Both men were used to butting heads, their personalities were similar that way. But they had never hurt each other. 
And then again, they had never fought about a romantic interest before. 
Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.
“So we’re just gonna run away? Let the South advance and take over more territory because we won’t be here to defend it?” Yoongi hinted, a hand nervously threading through his blonde locks. 
“I already talked to our neighboring packs, they’ll take over for a–”
Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzz.
“For fucks sake, Hoseok! Turn that fucking thing off!”
The alpha voice was something Namjoon refused to use on his members, for it took away their free will. But sometimes, during heated situations like this, it still slipped. Hoseok looked nothing short of disappointed as he pulled his phone from his pocket and turned it off without even looking at the screen. 
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You weren’t stupid. You might not have a university degree with your name on it, nor did you graduate school with honors. But you weren't dumb. And you could definitely take a hint. 
For the last three months and a half, the seven men had visited Moonlight regularly and you knew the coffee you served wasn't that good. 
And then suddenly you find out about their deepest secret and they stop showing up altogether? Something was up. 
But then again, you spent over two decades of your life thinking werewolves were nothing but Hollywood tropes and scary stories to tell in the dark. Their existence was clearly not out in the open. So, maybe, you finding out about them meant they couldn't see you anymore. 
If that was the case, you'd respect it. You'd think one of them would have the decency to give you a heads up, instead of ghosting you, but you'd respect it. You were a big girl. 
Even if it felt like something was constantly missing in your life now that they were gone. 
That last thought made you laugh. You never used to be this dramatic. And suffering for men? Not like you at all. 
You carried on with your night as normal, giving up hope yet again. You served a few patrons, almost kicked out a couple that was quite literally trying to fuck on one of the booths, tried out a new hot chocolate recipe you had bookmarked to make for Taehyung at some point. 
But it tasted as bitter as your mood. 
A shadow passing by the glass of the front door caught your attention, taking it away from the crossword puzzle you were almost done with. You didn’t see anything at first, the outside was pitch black; a great contrast to the lit up inside of the coffee shop. You had to squint a great deal, but then you saw it. 
Two glowing orbs, red as blood, watching you from across the street. 
For half a second you got excited, thinking it was Jungkook again, or one of your wolf friends. But the shiver running up your spine was anything but friendly. And as quick as they showed up, the eyes were gone. 
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” 
You were whispering under your breath as you picked up your phone with trembling hands. What if that wolf was the one who attacked Jungkook the other night? What if he was back for more trouble? With shaky fingers you shot a text to the only wolf you had the number of:
To Hoseok: Hey… So, just to check, are you, or any of the other guys, by any chance, coming to Moonlight tonight? 
As soon as you pressed send you cursed yourself. Great way to sound needy and clingy. Last time –the only time– you called him, it had taken the man a while to answer, so you didn’t expect an answer right away. 
You kept looking outside, trying to see anything in the dark. 
“Everything okay?” you were so weirded out that a patron sitting by the window had to ask if something was up.
“Yeah, of course!” you regarded him with your best customer service smile. 
You didn’t want him to leave right now, you’d be an easier prey if you were alone. So you served him an extra cup of whatever-the-fuck he was drinking and took the chance to get a little closer to the glass door to spy on the outside. 
It definitely could not be any of the seven men you knew. You could just about see two wolves standing in the corner of the street, eyes not leaving Moonlight for a second. But unlike Jungkook, whose fur was lustrous and silky, despite the cut on his leg and the dirt from the outside; these two wolves had probably seen better days. 
Both looked matted, even from a distance, and skinny. 
As you walked back to the counter, you shot Hoseok another text:
To Hoseok: I think the ones who attacked Jungkook are here. Am I in trouble? 
But the man hadn’t answered your first text, you doubted he would see the second one. Granted, it was pretty late at night, and since they weren’t coming in to see you anymore, you guessed they could sleep at normal hours now. 
You had found his number by chance, when you were looking for the many papers left by patrons that took part in a raffle you had last month. So you went through the small cardboard box again, frantically trying to read any familiar names on the papers. 
But you found no Jimin, Seokjin, not even a Namjoon. 
As the costumer started getting up to leave, you got a little more desperate and typed out yet another message:
To Hoseok: I really think I’m in trouble and I have no idea what to do, and I don’t know who to call for help, so. Please answer.
You stared at your phone, willing any wolf god out there to hear your prayers and turn the little check mark at the corner of your phone into ‘read’. It was a mistake, since it meant you didn’t see the patron leaving Moonlight, much less the two men that walked into the shop as soon as you were alone. 
“Good evening, pretty thing.” the seedy way the man talked to you made you take a step back instinctively. 
It was the same man from a few nights ago, your usually drunk neighbor. And of course his friend was right behind him, always by the door, on lookout. 
“No friends tonight, huh?” he took another step. “Kim Namjoon should be more careful with his playthings.” 
“Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave–” 
“Now now, little girl. We are all friends here.” the man took a deep breath, inhaling the air, and you could swear his eyes rolled to the back of his head. “You belong to us, you belong to the South. You should be playing with us instead.” 
You couldn’t text, not without taking your eyes off the man and any distraction could get you in even more trouble than you already were. Hoping you’d find the right button, your finger mindlessly tapped the screen, until the very faint buzzing let you know a call was being made. 
“Hang up that phone, little girl.” 
“Namjoon!” you gasped as you pointed to the glass door. 
The man was stupid enough to fall for your bluff, which gave you enough time to run into the kitchen and lock the big heavy door behind you. You doubted it would be enough to hold the man, and if your suspicion was correct, it posed even less of a barrier for two wolves. 
You pulled as many things as you could to block the door; tables, extra chairs, heavy pans. All the while you could hear growling from the other side and what sounded a lot like fabric ripping. In a last attempt to take cover, you locked yourself inside the employee bathroom. 
Hoseok’s phone was going straight to voicemail now, and you had no one else to call. You could try the police, but it was late, and you were in Seoul. No one would believe you were being attacked by two wolves in the first place. 
The noise outside doubled in volume as the minutes passed, as the sketchy werewolves did their absolute best to get to you. You guessed that being that skinny meant they didn’t have as much strength as a healthy wolf would. 
You could hear the tumbling of pans and the scraping of wood on the floor, knowing they were closer. The loud scratching on the door made you want to scream, but you covered your mouth and closed your eyes shut. 
Hoping for a miracle, you waited for the door to be pulled open sooner or later. The hinges were shaking and the knob was turning frantically. Your eyes were beaming with unshed tears, body shaking as you tried to hide behind the sink, making yourself as small as possible. 
New growls could be heard on the outside, as the banging on the door completely stopped. More things were being dropped all around, what sounded like heavy bodies being thrown, whimpers and grunts. 
And then everything got quiet. So quiet in fact, your own breathing sounded way too loud, your beating heart was deafening. So much so you barely heard the soft call of your name.
"It's okay… It's us." the voice called for you again. 
"Go away!" you cried out. "You won't trick me!" 
"Do you like hot chocolate?"
It was the soft voice of Taehyung repeating the first words you said to him that made you look up. You took deep breaths, forcing your heart to calm down, letting your body tell you it was safe to trust.
"Tae?" you were up on your feet, unlocking the door to spy through a crack. "Oh, thank god!" 
You threw yourself into the tall man with the fluffy dark hair, never feeling so relieved in your life to see the mischievous man. 
I knew I should have been the one to get her to come out. Jungkook grumbled to Jimin, who watched you holding onto his best friend like a life jacket in the middle of a turbulent ocean. 
“It’s okay, little one.” Taehyung held you just as hard. “They are gone.” 
“Did– did they die?” 
You tried looking around, but Jimin blocked your vision. He didn’t want you to see the state the kitchen was, much less the rest of the coffee shop. The fight had been heated, the Southside wolves put up a good one. But they were no match for three alphas. 
“No, the cowers ran away.” the blond man told you, soft small fingers caressing your cheek as you leaned into his touch. “We’ll get you home now, okay?” 
“No, I can’t– they–” you were shaking your head, pure fear oozing from your body and masking your sweet natural scent. 
“They live in her building.” Jungkook explained to the hyungs. 
He had been to your apartment building a few times before, walking you home after a shift when it was his turn to visit you. And Jungkook had smelled the two wolves there, making the final connection tonight. 
“We’ll take you somewhere else, okay? Where it’s safe.” Tae assured you. 
And you nodded, knowing that, as long as you were with them you’d be safe.
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Chapter Six
Wishes (M) (Season One) 
Summary: After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? 
Genre: Gang au!, college au!,  strangers to enemies (one-sided), strangers to lovers, slow burn, friendships, romance, angst,  little comedy, and smut
Main pairing: Gang leader! Min Yoongi x Pianist! Reader 
Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, gangs, violence, smoking cigarettes, drugs, and alcohol usage 
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Previously on Wishes
“Bambi, I’m not angry. I’m worried about you, Joo Won is looking for you.”
She nodded her head slowly at this and gave him a questionable look, “Why do you know that?”
“Word gets around.”
She looked at Namjoon and her face scrunched up in confusion, “Word gets around? I don’t really talk to anyone...”
“Bambi, you said you trusted me. I need you to trust me now.” 
She looked at Yoongi and the staring contest started. She stared into his dark brown orbs as she was searching for an answer but she knew it wasn’t going to happen. Yoongi crushed his cigarette and their contest was ended, “Trust me. Please.”
“I trust you but what’s going on?”
“Joo Won might have something to do with the murders....you might be next.” 
Guilty. How can a word make someone throw up? Yoongi saw the fear in her doe eyes and his chest ached at the sight before him. It’s the thought that Joo Won has been doing this for years and Y/N could’ve been killed. The thought makes his stomach turn. The woman before him could’ve been killed and he would just continue his life without knowing her. It made him sick. The thought of never meeting her...it was a thought that he wasn’t pleased with. 
“Yoo-Yoongi? How do you know this?” 
It was clear that she was trying to be strong but he saw her eyes sparkle. He sighed and closed his eyes, “Namjoon’s dad is part of the police force. We overheard him talking and I heard your name.” Half true but that didn’t matter at the moment. He watched her nod her head and glanced at Namjoon and then back at him. He watched a small tear form and he reached forward to wipe the tear away gently, “Y/N, please don’t cry...I’ll protect you.”
She stared at him and glanced down at the ground, “How can you protect me?” 
“That’s for me to know.” 
“I-I...I don’t know how to process this. I’m worried about Joo Won. He’s always getting into trouble and I don’t want him getting hurt.”
You shouldn’t worry about that asshole, “Y/N, my focus is on you and only you.”
“But Yoo-”
“No, I need to protect you.” 
Y/N stared at him and nodded her head, “Please...please make sure Joo Won is going to be okay. Please.” 
Yoongi sighed and glanced at Namjoon who was already looking at him, “We’ll keep an eye from afar...okay?” 
“Okay...are you going to walk me home every day?” 
Yoongi let out a small snicker and nodded his head, “Yeah, is that okay with you, Bambi?” 
He watched her demeanor change and she softly smiled, “I am okay with that.” 
Yoongi turned towards Namjoon and nodded his head. Namjoon nodded his head and walked away without saying goodbye to Y/N. Yoongi rolled his eyes and knew that Namjoon was going to give Y/N a hard time. It makes sense why he was. He turned back to Y/N and gently grabbed her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. He watched her glance down at their hands but his eyes never left her face. She slowly looked up and all he saw was an innocent face thrown into a dangerous situation. He rubbed the top of her knuckles and gave her a reassuring smile, “I’ll become your protector. Call out to me, Y/N.”
“Okay, Yoongi.” 
“Let’s go get noodles and talk about happy things.” 
“Happy things? Such as?”
Yoongi shrugged his shoulders and let go of her hand, “Things that make you happy...you know, like the piano.” 
She smiled and nodded her head, “I do like my piano and so do you. One of the things we have in common.” 
They started walking down the pavement as the leaves made their way down to the floor. Yoongi glanced down at Y/N and nodded his head, “Judging by the way you play, you’ve been doing this since you were a child. Right?” 
“Very observant, tyrant. Yes, you are right.” 
“Was it by choice or forced?” 
With the way she looked at him, he knew he fucked up, “Force? Do you think my parents would do such a thing?” 
He let out a small cough and shook his head, “I-I wasn’t saying...I just know some rich parents force their kids to do stuff. I didn’t mean to insult.”
“You’re very judgemental, aren’t you? Always thinking you know things but you're only going off of what personal experience.” 
Yoongi sighed and nodded his head, “Yes, I’ll admit. I’m sorry if I insulted you.”
She shook her head and continued to look forward, “You didn’t...I understand the implications. My parents saw my interest in it and well here we are. I’m also interested in other things.”
“Like what, Bambi?” 
“Painting, dancing...arts in general.” 
Yoongi looked her up and down, “What kind of dancing?” 
“Ballet.” 
Yoongi snickered at this and ran his fingers through his hair, “I can see that. You're delicate.” 
“I wouldn’t say delicate. Well, what about you?” 
“What about me?”
They stopped at the stoplight and Y/N looked up at him with a soft gaze, “What do you like Min Yoongi?”
His throat felt dry hearing her say his full name. He tried his best to shake off the feeling but he couldn’t. She was the only person that had this effect on him. He felt so small and vulnerable but not weak. She made him feel stronger but under her gaze, he felt like it was okay to be small and vulnerable. Even the big bad wolf can have his days. 
Yoongi let out a small cough and looked away, “I like writing down verses...” 
“Really? The tyrant knows how to write?”
Yoongi turned back and glared at her, “Oi!” She let out a laugh and his glare disappeared. He shook his head and grabbed her wrist walking towards the other side of the street, “You talk too much.” 
“You talk too little.” 
They continued to walk until Yoongi stopped in front of a familiar place. He glanced down at her and then back at the door, “You're going to meet someone.”
“Who?” 
“Someone who’s an idiot.” 
“Eh?”
He opened the door and sighed to himself. He waited to hear the voice and then glanced at Y/N, “Cover your ears.”
“What? Why?” 
“Hi, welcome to-Eh!? YOONGI!!!” 
Yoongi's eyes twitched as he closed his eyes to keep his composure. He opened them and saw the older woman looking at him with a wide smile, “Hi, Lana.” 
Lana was a Korean-Mexican that Yoongi met by accident. He saved her after she was getting scammed by a food booth. She had tan skin that others looked down upon in Korea but she didn’t care what other people thought of her, with the darkest black hair that Yoongi had ever seen and the length reaching to her hips, she was taller than Y/N but she was shorter than Yoongi, and she had bright hazel eyes that could capture anyone’s soul. 
Lana has a crush on Hoseok and she would always cook for him. They were very similar but also very different, Just like how I am with Y/N. She would often cook meals for them or patch them up whenever they needed. Hoseok would lie to her and say that he would get into fights with random people. Yoongi could tell that Lana knew that was a lie but she never pressed forward about it. He wasn’t sure if they were together but they were something. 
Lana glanced at Y/N with a curious look, “And who are you?” 
Yoongi looked at Y/N and then at Lana, “This is L/N Y/N, my...my friend.” 
Yoongi felt Y/N’s eyes on him but he didn’t bother to look. Instead, he kept his eyes on Lana who was looking between the two with mischievous eyes, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lana.” 
He glanced to see her bowing and he couldn’t help but have a soft smile. She was always polite to strangers and always showed respect. Well everyone but him. 
“Likewise. Are you guys hungry? I just made some ramen.” 
Lana walked away as Yoongi glanced down at Y/N, “Have you ever had birria ramen?” 
Y/N shook her head and glanced at the menu, “I’ll try anything.”
“That’s good to know.” 
“Why is that, Yoongi?” 
Yoongi pushed some hair behind her ear and she watched with wide eyes as he chuckled, “So I can take you out. Let’s go.” 
“O-Okay.” 
Yoongi stirred his noodles as he watched Y/N eating the ramen. His eyes felt relaxed as she happily slurped up her noodles. His eyes weren't used to being this relaxed but he wasn’t going to fight it. Y/N wiped her mouth and looked at Yoongi, “You’ve been quiet.” 
“Thinking.”
“I didn’t know you could do that.” 
Yoongi clicked his tongue and leaned forward making Y/N’s eyes widen. He picked up his napkin and wiped off some juice that she missed, “Don’t be smart when you can’t even wipe your mouth.”
“Shut up.” 
He sat back in his seat and glanced at Lana who was on the phone. He figured she was on the phone with Hoseok with the way her face was beet red. He looked back at Y/N who was staring at her noodles with a blank expression. He sighed and put some noodles in his mouth, “You look like you're thinking...it’s not good.”
Y/N sighed and took a sip of her water, “I know...do you think they’ll kill me?” 
Yoongi dropped his chopsticks and stared at her with a shocked look, “Don’t you ever ask that question.” 
“I can’t help it-”
“Don’t ever form that sentence to me.”
She sighed and nodded her head, “I’m sorry...I keep thinking about this morning. It’s scary...I could d-”
“You won’t. Nothing will happen to you. I will do anything to protect you.” 
She looked at him with a shocked look and slowly nodded her head, “You're persistent...I don’t know if that’s a good thing.”  
“When it comes to you, it's good. After you're done, I have to go to the store.” 
“Okay...who’s Lana?” 
Yoongi raised his eyebrow at him and leaned back in the booth, “She's a friend.” 
“A friend? She seemed so happy to see you...”
Yoongi let out a small chuckle and shook his head, “She’s with Hoseok.”
He could’ve sworn he saw her eyes lit up but it could always be the lighting, “Oh...that’s good.”
“Why is it good?”
“Hoseok seems nice. I’m glad for her, you said you needed to go to the store. We should go before it gets darker.” 
He watched her leave the booth with her purse and he couldn’t help but smirk. He put the dishes together and headed towards Lana who was looking at him with worried eyes, “You okay?”
“Hoseok told me that Y/N’s in danger because of bullies. Is she going to be okay?”
Yoongi's face turned serious and nodded his head, “She’s going to be okay. Don’t worry about her.” 
“I hope she’s not like Chin-Mae.”
“Trust me. She’s nothing like her. I’ll see you later, Lana.” 
“Be safe, Yoongi...” 
Yoongi walked outside to see Y/N looking up with a blank expression. When she heard the door close, she turned her head towards him, “What do you need from the store?” 
“Something for the future.” 
Yoongi closed his front door and leaned against the door staring at the ceiling with a frown. Having so many thoughts can only kill a person. He should know. He took the travel mouthwash out of his pocket and smiled. 
“Boss.”
Yoongi quickly put it back in his pocket and stood up straight. He saw Namjoon with his arms crossed staring at him, “What is Namjoon?” 
“You came home late.”
“I was out.”
“Hwan called.”
Yoongi raised his eyebrow and placed his hands in his pants pocket with annoyance, “Why?” 
“He said his guys captured someone from Demony na Zapade and it wasn’t Joo Won.”
Yoongi sighed and hit the back of his head against the door, “When's the meeting?” 
“Tomorrow night.” 
“So be it. Get some sleep until then.” Yoongi went to walk past Namjoon but was stopped when he felt fingers around his wrist. He glanced at Namjoon with a raised eyebrow, “What?” 
“You shouldn’t be messing with someone that could be evidence.”
“She’s not just evidence.”
It was Namjoon’s turn to raise his eyebrow, “Then what is she?” 
Yoongi sighed and ripped his hand away, “Leave it. Goodnight.” 
He walked up the stairs feeling the eyes of his best friend. He was sure if someone was in the room they would smell the burning flesh from the intense stare. Yoongi closed the door and kneeled in front of the pictures with his candle. The smell of Y/N filled the room and he closed his eyes with a smile. 
The room was dark and Yoongi was standing alone. He turned his head and saw his parents fading away and he tried to reach out to them but he wasn’t quick enough. He let out a silent scream and he saw his older brother walking away as he cried out his name. Yoongi fell to his knees as the darkness consumed him. 
It wasn’t until he heard the familiar sound of heels clicking away. He slowly looked up and saw Y/N with her hand out, “You look like you need help.” 
He glanced at her hand and then at her face. He slowly placed his hand into hers and she helped him up, “Y-Y/N?”
“You’ve been alone for so long that when someone actually cares for you...you don’t want to believe it.” 
“What you are talking about-” 
She leaned forward and placed her lips on his. His eyes widened and he closed them, returning the kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist and deepened the kiss. When they pulled away their foreheads touched, “The more you ignore, the more complicated things get.”
“Are you my conscience?” 
“I’m whatever you want...the more you push it away...” She placed her hand on his heart and looked at him with a frown, “The more hurt you feel.”
He placed his hand on top of hers on his chest and shook his head, “You could never love a monster like me.”
“You never gave me a chance. You didn’t even give yourself a chance to love me.” 
He whipped his head up and stared into her doe eyes, “Lo-Love?” 
“That’s what your mind has been begging you lately. It’s annoying really.”
He let out a laugh and rubbed her knuckles, “I can’t say it.”
“Yes you can. For once in your life, don’t be scared.”
Yoongi woke up when he heard a knock on the door, “Boss? Are you alright? You were yelling?”
Yoongi sat up in his bed and wiped the sweat from his forehead, “I’m fine Taehyung. Go back to sleep.” 
He heard footsteps walking away and he sighed to himself. He stared down at his chest and brought his hand up to clench the fabric covering his skin, “Fuck.”
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“Why the sadness?” 
Yoongi hit the last key and glanced to his side to see Y/N looking at him with worry. He let out a puff of smoke and shrugged his shoulders, “Felt like it today.”
He heard her dropping her bag and walking towards the piano seat. He moved to the side giving her enough space to sit next to her. He looked at her and saw her frown, making him feel sad, “The weather is beautiful today but here you are being sad. Why?” 
“Thinking.” 
He watched her roll her eyes and he had to stop himself from snickering, “You say that so much. Is it your catchphrase now?” 
“I guess I’m just like Woody. Pull my string.”
He let out a small laugh as he touched the keys gently. When he didn’t hear anything from her, he glanced at her. He saw with a shocked face and he raised his eyebrow, “What?”
“You just joked with me.” 
“Okay and-”
“That was the first time you truly joked with me that didn’t make me upset.” 
He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You remember what I said to you now?” 
“Yes...we’re friends. Right?” 
He glanced at the ivory keys and wanted to smash them. He scolded himself in his head and turned towards her, “Y-Yeah.”
She smiled at this and nodded her head. She glanced at his fingers and frowned, “Why do you have so many cuts?”
Because I had to punch someone this morning. He let out a puff and shrugged his shoulders, “It was from the woodshop.” 
“You build things? You do have the fingers for it.”
“What do you mean by that Bambi?”
She gently took his hand off of the piano keys and placed her hand against his. He stared at their hands with an unknown feeling in his chest, “Your fingers, you have a creator's hand. You like to build things whether it’s music or wood...that’s interesting.”
She took her hand away and took her phone out of his pocket. He stared at his hand for a minute before bringing it to his side, clenching it tightly. He finished his cigarette and she watched with annoyance, “I hate-”
“I know Bambi...I know.” He bent down and took out his travel mouthwash. He brought the cup to his mouth and he started to swish it around his mouth as she watched. He spat in his empty water bottle and he turned towards her, “I know.”
“You carry mouthwash now?” 
“You don’t remember what you told me that one night?”
He watched her face turn red and she looked away from him but he stopped her. He gently turned her head and rubbed her chin gently with his thumb. Her doe eyes staring into his harsh brown eyes made him feel like ice. Melting away, slowly. “I would kiss one. If they had mouthwash...remember?” 
“I-I remember...” 
He smirked at her flustered state and rubbed her left cheek softly, “Good.” 
Just then his phone started ringing and he let out a loud groan. He stood up and gave Y/N an apologetic smile. He walked away and answered his phone in annoyance, “What?”
“Hyung!? You need to get down here!” 
Yoongi glanced at Y/N over his shoulder and then back at his shoes, “Why?”
“We know who runs Demony na Zapade. We need you down here now.”
“I’ll be there, Jungkook. Just be patient.” 
He hung up his phone and sighed. Sometimes he wished his life was normal but this was the life he chose to do. He turned around and walked towards her, time felt slow and it was as if she was going to disappear. She turned towards him with a frown, “Is everything okay?” 
Yoongi shook his head and grabbed his backpack, “I have to help Jungkook with something. I’ll text you later Bambi.”
“Yoongi? I thought we were going to get food together?” 
Fuck, “I can’t Bambi. I’ll do it next time.”
He watched her sigh and nodded her head with a fake smile, he hated it, “Yeah...I’ll see you later. Be careful.” 
“I will Bambi, I promise. I’ll send Namjoon to watch you.”
“Sure..” 
He quickly sent a text to Namjoon and looked at Y/N with a frown, “Please don’t be mad at me, Bambi.”
“Just go help Junkook. Make sure you guys are safe.” 
Yoongi sighed and nodded his head. He wanted to say so much more but he didn’t have time to speak with his chest. He took off his jacket and draped it around her shoulders, “To prove to you, I’ll have lunch with you. I’ll text you, Bambi.”
He ran out of the building not wanting to see Y/N’s reaction. He ran to the parking lot ignoring the stares from the students as he tossed his stuff in the trunk of his motorcycle. He put his helmet and gloves on and was off. At every stop light, he thought about Y/N’s red face. The softness of her skin under his fingertips. 
“You never gave me a chance. You didn’t even give yourself a chance to love me.” 
He shook his head and parked his bike in the garage. He ran into the house to see Jin with a frown, “Boss.”
“Who's the leader?” 
“Cha Eunwoo.”
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I just had the mental image of Lloyd wishing Kai weren’t stuck as a Serpentine during Skybound, wanting Nadakhan to turn him human again, only for Nadakhan to turn him full snake.
Either full Serpentine… or the much funnier option of full normal snake. Just a regular purple anaconda/python. Could be Serpentine sized, or just a normal life-sized snake. Angry danger noodle
Yup! Lloyd definitely does wish for Kai to be turned back during Skybound, because it's still recent and because Lloyd's got his Chosen One complex and therefore feels way more responsible for Kai turning into an Anacondrai than he should. "Kai should never have had to get the Mark to stop Chen, I should have been better" kinda thought process. In his defense he's like 16 and he's Been Through It.
But depending on how Lloyd words it (ex: "I wish Kai wasn't an Anacondrai anymore"), yes, he would probably just get a giant purple python-Kai instead of a human Kai. Still the same length as Anacondrai Kai, though, cause pythons and anacondas are huge.
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Kai is not super happy about being turned into a big ol snake or having one of Lloyd's wishes wasted on him.
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Hello (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠) can I request self aware au with a player that has a photographic memory basically remembering anything such as what was in their friends meal last month so when a character says " oh I hate this and that" player just goes " oh I know you mentioned that a few months ago " character is just somewhat shocked cause that was just something they mentioned in passing and so they start thinking they must be worth something to their grace if they can remember such small details about them ! But then they realize they are not the only person their grace has blessed with a small amount of their memory and somehow everywhere they look its all red
With Lilia, malleus, and jade
I'm sorry if I'm being too specific ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ
Thank you and have a great week (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡
Self-aware au
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, death, religion, blood, obsession, possessiveness
Jade Leech/Malleus Draconia/Lilia Vanrouge-Player who has a photographic memory
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With a dorm leader like Azul having this kind of memory would be like living the dream
Never forgetting something the businessman said, not having to worry too much about forgetting something.... you get what I mean, right?
But I also don't think that he would be too surprised if he found out you have that kind of memory
After all, some places see you even as a God so he was ready for everything when you appeared in their world
But here we are, Jade having tears in his eyes whilst you hold out a very hard to come by mushroom
This is one of the few moments the eel would be lost for words
“Wh-Ho-What?” “You mentioned you had never seen it and wanted to.” “O-oh... really”
Now, don't mistake this for him not being thankful but this is the first time someone has ever remembered such a minor detail about him that he mentioned once
And that one time he was frustrated about that customer and mumbled “God I wish I could @$&%+# them” to himself thinking that no one was listening to you said months later “Yeah, they made you pretty angry back then”
This hat stand is impressed, ok?
Now imagine, this danger noodle overhears a conversation between you and another student, you also mentioned a detail they said months ago
As I said, he went full “I expect everything from you” since the beginning
But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt
So what does he do? Let you spend time with your other friends? Making even more fond memories with them?
Haha good joke, good joke but no. You know, I saw you spending an awful lot of time with Jade these few weeks. What about the other? Ok...
If he folks your memory only with moments he is present that would also mean that he is always present in some way in your life, even when he is not there. Oh that one time that Heartslabyul student got close to you and the next day he brewed something with that poisonous mushroom, that student never seen again alive? What a funny coincidence. Don't think too much about it.
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Here we have a fire spitting lizard who has been raised upon the logic that you, yes you, are a God
So what higer honor is there than to be remembered by your grace?
And since we are not on Twitch I can say this here: SIMP
So, it was a sunny day, the birds were chirping and a certain future ruler is screaming into his pillow
Oh why that last part? Well you just told him that you always listened to him when he was going on and on about gargoyles and even listed a huge chunk of facts
This is his living dream! The Overseer is thinking high enough about him to remember details that he mentioned
Sebek always talking about him isn’t helping either
Now you are a walking encyclopedia about our dear Fae over here
And believe me, that is not the best thing considering that our fellow immortal over there already has an inflated, although pretty unnoticed, ego
And now he finds out that he is not special to you, that you remember so much about everyone
He should have known better, should have expected that such a higher being like you would not see anybody in a special light
But then, why does it hurt so much?
Why does it feel like he wants everybody to disappears so that only he can leave an impression on your memories?
Now, of course he isn’t allowed to do that, and you would hate him, but that doesn’t mean he can’t limit your contact to the outside world
Don’t worry about getting sleepy all of sudden
He just wants you only to have memories of him and what better way to make sure no one interferes than making your dream of only him?
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Now what could go wrong with such a fine general who is so kind to worship you to bits?
Actually, a lot
Lilia thinks, if we are being honest, very highly of himself, having aged like fine wine and all of that
But even fine wine isn't always to everyone's taste (and I think that this one is one of those)
So here we are, giving our most favorite Fae version of pressed aged grape juice a game he has been thinking of getting
The fact that you bought the limited edition doesn't make it any better
You see, Lilia would even worship the ground you walk on even if you were to hate him with a passion that rivals thousands of suns
And now you are even remembering he once mumbled whilst passing by
“Oh Overseer! This humble servant of yours is always at your service, with or without a present from you!” “Ok Lilia... you can stand up now...”
But let's not dwell too long on the happy parts of this (this is a yandere au after all)
One day he was just walking down the Hallway, his day being wonderful...
And then he choose war
Why? Well he noticed that you remembered exactly as much about the others when you said to an Octavinelle student that they mentioned that months ago, a privilege he thought only he had
Will he rip them in two in front of your eyes? No
He isn't uncultured and leads you out of the room, then the ripping can start
And boy must he be having fun because all you hear is his laughter
After that it's safe to say that no one other than him and his little family approach you
So why not make fond memories with them? And only them. Wouldn't want to make Lilia being a bit too much like his younger self again, right?
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quitealotofsodapop · 30 days
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So Mk gets surprise eggo because of paint and confined space and lack of food? Imagine that he has no idea what’s wrong with him, he goes to Lao Tzu, and when Lao Tzu goes “congrats on the baby” Everyone just kinda stops.
And Mk bursts into tears so loudly that all of heaven can hear. He’s all “I can’t have a baby, it’s too dangerous!” And “I’m not ready!” Pigsy and Wukong are trying to comfort him, and the poor boys is just a sobbing mess.
And Lao Tzu is just standing there like “?????”
Sorry MK XD You're getting Egged
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Bonus Anon asks:
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Referencing this post where someone pointed out that MK could theoretically create a Stone Egg + the sequel that pointed out that he'd most likely do it on accident.
I could see this most likely happening in the Canon! verse since I bet the other au MK's would be more wary of Stone Egg mishaps. But I could 100% see it happening in the SlowBoiled au since that causes more drama.
And as much as I love the idea of MK becoming *ahem* egg'd as the result of a bad guy's plans or a huge catarosphe, I think it would fit more if MK did it completely on accident.
So the idea:
Post S3 MK decides that he needs some "Me time" and takes a break from work and training after the whole "Saving the world from a bone demon"-thing. He just needs some time to shut off completely from his responsibilities in the city. His friends understand and wish him well, even though they're worried since MK won't tell him *Where* he's taking a break to.
"Where" turns out to be a cool cave-let MK found while exploring FFM during S2 with no Monkey King to hover over him. Its quiet, it's secluded, its completely off-grid... But MK just can't relax. His brain is all busy, and everytime he sleeps he sees Her.
So he starts painting. And drawing. And using charcoal. Maybe a little rough pottery with the muddy clay-like stuff in the water? And soon enough he's looking like his Artist Clone with how caked in material he is.
In liu of going to sleep and risking terrible bone demon nightmares, MK meditates like how he saw the Monkey King do. In these moments his thoughts wander into deep, dark teritory. Real "call of the void"-type of thoughts.... hey should he eat something? It's been... oh gosh Pigsy's gonna killl him if he doesn't at least text to tell him how his sabbatical is going.
After his inpromtu vacation is up, MK feels... really gross? Maybe thats cus he hasn't really washed or slept or ate, or spoken to anyone in all that time. Weird.
Pigsy asks him how long it's been since MK last ate a full meal, and huffs with disappointment at his nervous laugh before pouring his son a bowl of noodles.
Bouts of nausea and dizziness follow MK everywhere afterwards. He had no idea why - paint fumes maybe? Did some toxic chemical seep into his skin? Did he get sick somehow from isolating himself in that cave? Is that Jin and Yin trying to take over the city?
At somepoint in the utter chaos of S4 likely as the rest of the gang are recieving training from Subodhi; a certain alchemist meets MK to whisper a few questions into his ear.
Lao Tzu: "I was told that you've been experiencing extreme power fluctuations for the last few weeks. May I run a few test to rule out any abnormalities?"
MK: "Oh cool, no probs! Just don't put me in that furnace thing-y."
(*a few tests later*)
Lao Tzu: "Ok great news, it's not a curse or medical problem."
MK: "Phew! Then why is my body feels like its "glitching" all the time?"
Lao Tzu: "Thats a decaying glamour spell. Its likely that you had one affixed to you shortly before you were given up by your creators."
MK: "Glamour spell...? Wait, then what about my powers wigging out?"
Lao Tzu: "Oh thats easy. You're just pregnant."
MK (has not Done the Do): "What!?"
Mere seconds after Lao Tzu gives the diagnosis - MK just starts bawling.
He doesn't want this! Not now! He does want to have kid while all This is going on! The world might be ending for Buddha's sake!
MK is having a million panic attacks rn. He wants to have kids, so many, but only in the *Future*! When he's like semi-retired and has a protege of his own to take over the monkey business- HEY WAIT, HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?!?!
Subodhi has to drop the big lore that MK is a Stone Monkey - capable of reproducing asexually under extreme circumstances, in order to clear up the whole immaculate conception part.
Then Lao Tzu has to tell MK that the Stone Egg he carries will likely Kill him since he's (mostly) mortal.
MK starts crying before deciding to tackle the issue Later.
Ofc MK simply doesn't want his family to worry about him what with all this Brotherhood stuff going on... so he just keeps quiet for now.
His family are going to find out soon though. And by Guanyin, Pigsy is gonna freak.
Macaque (and later Wukong), just need to sniff MK once after they reunite to notice whats up.
Wukong offers to grab some No-Baby Spring Water immediately if MK doesnt want to keep the Egg. Macaque briefly panics thinking that the kid got knocked up the old-fashioned way... only to panic harder when he and Wukong determine it to be a Solo-Made Stone Egg(!!!). Cue two panicking fellow Stone Monkeys making MK feel even worse about his conflicted feelings on the matter.
Pls add on what you think so far! :3
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I have a request to make. Yandere obanai vs yandere mitsuri vs yandere shinobu, with a darling reader with a pet anaconda (who is also quite the cuddle bug)also the anacondas name is noodle.
Happily will do this idea! It actually sounds somewhat cute so let’s find out what will happen with these three! A little short but that’s okay, I assume!
Lol. This picture is the only thing I can find for these three!
Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Iguro Obanai vs Kanroji Mitsuri vs Kocho Shinobu
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What a absolute disaster pitting these three together is. Obanai is hostile, Shinobu is dangerous and Mitsuri is passive-aggressive! So every scenario ends in a vicarious fight that could shake the ground
All three fall for you very close to one another, and find out each other’s feelings for you when they notice the lovestruck glares directed at you during one of the many Hashira gatherings. This triggers the Yandere corruption and it gets worse with the rivalry growing alongside it
Obanai is the first one to find out how about your pet. A big emerald-palette anaconda named “Noodle” by stalking you from your window. Mitsuri learns about Noodle by getting invited into your house and Shinobu learns about Noodle last when you ask for medicines useable on snakes
Obanai knows his snakes very well so he offers you snake care advice as Shinobu and Mitsuri angrily glare at him for winning over your attention so easily. He has the biggest advantage over the two girls, for his knowledge on snakes
Though, all three are very jealous of Noodle for the way you admire and love him. Why does that stupid serpent get your affection?! They are also very jealous of each other
All three love you dearly so they’d never try kill Noodle at all and will always run up to you to give whatever you want for Noodle or for yourself but they all wish they could get rid of Noodle without hurting your feelings
Overall. They argue and fight basically constantly over who can touch you and/or take care of Noodle for you. You do notice how bad it gets from behind closed doors, but you just hope it doesn’t have anything to do with you
Shinobu may or may not put coma-inducing serum in your beloved Noodle’s food to make you come to her for medical care. Mitsuri and Obanai get furious over the situation as they both know that Shinobu is the reason Noodle is hurt and she is hurting you for her own selfish infuriation
Mitsuri is a lot closer to you then she is to Noodle but she is very good at handling the heavy snake as if he weighs nothing to her. Obanai and Shinobu get jealous at the way you coo happily at her and Noodle cuddling
All three are very invasive and clingy, grabbing onto random parts of you whenever they can, bickering and swiping at each other so they’ll back off. It never ends until you get up and walk away, but that doesn’t mean they won’t follow you like a group of ravage fans to a Popstar
You having Noodle isn’t a favourite for Yandere Obanai, Mitsuri and Shinobu but your happiness is very important to them so they don’t really mind that much. Tho, the main problem is the rivalry the trio have against each other
All three are very manipulative, all emotionally. Shinobu tries to directly trick you into thinking the other two are liars, Obanai uses old fashion gaslighting until you think he is the only safe one whilst Mitsuri simply lies about what those two do with a few crocodile tears so you’ll sympathise with her
Won’t deny. Obanai would most likely work hard to invent a new form for Serpent Breathing, mimicking Noodle and other anacondas to try impress you
“Noodle’s a anaconda, my lov— Dokusha. He has very specific requirements for temperatures, try maintaining the cage in 60 to 70 percent humidity with periodic spikes near 100 percent— hm? Don’t thank me, we’re… friends”
“Heeeey! Dokusha! Look! Wanna see something cool! I’m gonna go play with Noodle! Are you ready— Oh! No, don’t worry! He isn’t heavy at all! He’s fine, I’d you want me to, I’ll gladly do it! Anything for you— because it’s fun!”
“Oh my, Dokusha. Noodle likes a bit tuckered out? What is the problem? He… he won’t wake up? Well, that sounds like a good thing— a simply horrible thing! I’ll try figure out what’s wrong, okay! You can rely on me”
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So I’m watching random clips of “Kung Fu Panda” and I come across this guy
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Lord Fu-xi. He’s this snake villain who absolutely hates two-legs for ruining his life and deemed himself as a defender of serpents, which is a really cool concept
BUT LIKE, CAN WE TALK ABOUT HIS VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY REAL QUICK CUZ OH MY GOD
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According to his debut episode, he used to be a noble hero who would protect his village. Awesome, just like Viper and her dad. We love a snake hero. He even had a family whom he most likely loved with all of his heart. And how do the villagers repay him?
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They become scared of his power and kill his entire family. HE HAD A WIFE AND THREE KIDS AND HE WATCHED THEM DIE.
All for being a fucking snake
So of course he’s gonna avenge his family and protect all the other serpents from essentially racist attacks. He doesn’t want any other snake to suffer the same fate his family endured
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Look at that face. That is trauma of the worst kind. He’s gonna get his revenge on all the snake racists if it’s the last thing he does and you know what? I don’t blame him
I kinda wish Viper convinced Fu-xi to reform by saying how not all two-leggers are bad. Not everyone’s great, but not everyone’s bad either. He could save that energy for villains again and even become a good mentor to Viper. Like how cute would that be?
Yeah, he agrees that all snakes should be bad like him and instill fear but who’s fault is that for making him think that way? Ya’ll wanted him to be the bad guy so now he’s the bad guy
Seriously, everyone really treats snake characters like shit and still see them as evil danger noodles. I’m honestly getting sick of that trope. As a zoologist once said, “snakes make poor villains” (granted, he said that about anacondas specifically, but I think it fits for all snakes)
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Hey if you haven’t yet could you review the larvitar line???
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I love how much Larvitar hates everything. 10/10 not quite Buneary levels of pissed but close
No but seriously, Larvitar is good! You can clearly see how it leads into the rest of the line, but it also stands out as its own unique design. The red accents really make it pop as well.
I've also always liked those weird indents on the body. The entire line has them, and while I have no idea why they're there, they certainly are unique and an interesting inclusion on a monster design.
Also, side note, I like the little bit of lore about how the egg is buried underground so it has to dig its way upwards when it hatches like a Weird Worm. Neat!
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I kind of have a similar problem in regards to Pupitar that I do with Shelgon; I like the weird biology angle of a non-insect Pokemon pupating, but the first and last stages really do not change enough here to justify Pupitar's existence. Like, you could jump straight from Larvitar to Tyranitar and not lose anything, and it doesn't make much sense that it needs to pupate when other Pokemon that change more drastically upon evolution don't.
HOWEVER, with that said, I do actually like Pupitar quite a bit for what it is. First, I like how it moves around, giving it a more dynamic angle than most of the other pupa-mons. And secondly, the way its design works is really neat; the "mask" over the face mimics the exact shape of Tyranitar's chest, the three spikes on the head also match Tyranitar's, it has Larvitar's stubby arms, etc. It's probably the best out of all the pupa-mons in terms of its design, and it feels like that helps justify its existence. Plus Godzilla often mutates in strange ways, so it works a bit more conceptually as well.
My only visual complaint is that while the grey's not bad, it's a lot more washed-out compared to the vibrant red of Larvitar. I would've preferred it to keep the green or the red instead.
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And Tyranitar itself is pretty sick. It reminds me a bit of Gyaoon, an old Gen 1 beta 'mon, especially in the head area. No idea of it has any direction connection though:
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Reguardless, it's hard to go wrong with a good old-fashioned Godzilla 'mon, and Tyranitar does a good job of capturing the Godzilla vibe without being a direct rip-off.
As mentioned before, I like the black indents a lot; they add contrast and help move the eye through the design. The spikes flow nicely (I particularly like the ones around the tail), and the way the upper plating leads into the grey underbelly is neat, though much like Pupitar, I wish it had kept the original red for extra contrast.
Also, I always found the arms a little distracting. They're very shapeless and look pretty noodle-y compared to the rest of the design, especially with the lines that don't really need to be there. Still, as a whole, this is an awesome Godzilla.
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Mega Tyranitar has some good things going for it, having a sort of more-mutated Godzilla feeling to it. I love having the bright red back and how that serves as a nod to the pre-evos. I especially love how the front markings now form a face, which feels like a natural progression from what was there before. As an added bonus, the way the back splits open is likely a nod to how insects emerge from their pupas, matching what happens with Pupitar:
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However, I do think there are a few drawbacks. I don't know if it's just the size of the jaw or the smaller head size, but Mega Tyranitar somehow feels less threatening and dangerous than regular Tyranitar to me.
Also, I think there's a little too much going on visually. The back spikes could've been shrunken by like 20% while still looking bigger than regular Tyranitar's, the ones on the tail make it look terribly cluttered, and the horn on the head, while a nice nod to Larvitar, breaks up the horizontal flow of the head too much. It definitely has the right idea conceptually, but it feels like it's trying way too hard visually.
So as a whole: The entire line is great. Larvitar is simple and has some nice contrast, Pupitar is somewhat uneeded but ties into to the entire line perfectly in terms of visuals, and Tyranitar is both sleek and powerful. Only real complaint is that Mega Tyranitar feels a bit too exaggerated, and would've benefitted by toning it down by like 20%. Otherwise, these are some very enjoyable Godzilla-mons.
Final side note: Shoutout to Tyranitar for looking like a dragon without actually being dragon-type like all the other pseudo-legendaries. You're the true MVP.
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Me watching Dangerous Romance Ep. 6
1. Why do I get a feeling that Pimfah is only saying she likes Sailom to push Kang into action? Am I wishful thinking? 😭
2. I mean, we all know it's coming, but ouch! Welcome to the Friendzone, Kang 😅. Anyway, I feel like the only reason why he likes Pimfah is because their fathers are friends and Kang doesn't know any better.
3. Well, this is going to be awkward — Sailom silently supporting Kang's crush on Pimfah, Kang thinking he needs to fire Sailom as a tutor and give him away to Pimfah (as if Sailom is a toy), and Pimfah, well I still don't know what Pimfah's real deal is 😅
4. Perth playing football reminds me of Pete from Love by Chance. ☺️
5. I'm been thinking about this since the 2gether series, but why is the cheer routine for these schools basically just hand gestures? I used to to do competitive cheerdance from the age of 11 to 16 (Years 6 to 10 equiv. in Australia). Let me tell you, at the end of each practice right until the competition, my body is aching in places I never knew can feel pain lol 😅😅😅
6. So, Nava isn't a complete asshole. I guess this is the start of my GuyNava ship lol. I am really rooting for Marc and Pawin since My Gear and Your Gown did them dirty.
7. Wait, so Pimfah does like Sailom? Why? How? You two barely interacted throughout the previous episodes. WTH 😭
8. Yeah, I don't think Pimfah is talking about her bandaged ankle 😭😭😭
9. Kang, dude. I don't know how your thought process works but Sailom can reject whoever he wants to reject just because. Sailom doesn't need to list his reasons why he doesn't romantically likes Pimfah. Also, get an effing clue lol (but then again, Sailom confessed so...🤭🤭🤭)
10. Oh my lords, Sailom is eating noodles silently. In the dark. So K-Drama protagonist of him. 😅
11. After getting beaten up by loan sharks in earlier episode in their own living room, you would think Sailom (and Saifah) would learn to lock their front door 😅😅😅
12. I really, really hope Kang does not mistake his apparent genuine care for Sailom as guilt. Athough, I'm still triggered he let Sailom sleep on that sofa without a blanket.
13. Wait, Kang-Sailom-Guy is another love triangle that I do not wished for. 😭😭😭 Make it right, GMMTV.
14. There it is. Tbf, he does a lot of good things for Sailom right after he did something bad that caused trouble for Sailom in the first place.
15. Well then, ouch. Sailom, baby, let me hug you.😔😔😔
16. Uhm, Guy, now is not the time to antagonize Kang. I mean, you are teammates. Also, look at that, Sailom cannot help but to cheer for Kang.
17. Yeah, why are the teammates only cheering for Guy when Kang passed the ball? Wtf.
18. I don't know how to feel about the kiss. On one hand, it is non-consentual. On the other, this is a BL and Sailom has been pining for so long. 😐
Next episode, Kang will try to win over Sailom's friends (even Guy). I can already see Kang's jealousy from here. Oi vey.
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Spectrum
Craig Matheson did not like ghosts. However, living in Amity Park had made him learn to accept the presence of the dead. He didn’t like ghosts and he liked them even less up close but given the situation he’d once more learned to live with the impossible.
He didn’t really know the exact details of what was going on, he was a 20 year old psych major at the community college but it was bad enough that some of the ghosts decided to ally themselves with humans. Craig didn’t know all that much about ghosts or ectowhatever or whatever gobblygook the Fenton’s were constantly spouting on the TV. But Craig did know people and that’s why the last few days, human and ghost in close quarters had been so interesting.
He knew Jazz fairly well, he TA’d Casper’s Intro to Psych when the girl had been a frizzy haired freshman. He liked her in that nice if slightly awkward older to younger student way. Of course he, like everyone in town, knew her family was nuts. But Jazz was levelheaded and brilliant and determined to break away from their nonsense; she was girl who would go places. When the end of the year came, he’d joked to her that he’d better get his degree before she came through and blew him out of the water.
The younger Fenton kid, Danny, Craig didn’t really know aside from Jazz’s occasional grumblings during cram sessions. He’d sounded like your average, annoying little brother. Craig had never met him in person before the emergency. He wishes it had stayed that way.
The first time Craig stood in a room with Danny, he felt the way one does at a zoo when a caged predator locked eyes with you. You knew logically that you were safe but that didn’t stop the instinctual fear from creeping up your spine. Craig lived in a shitty apartment with 2 roommates on campus and wasn’t in the main part of town very often. No one else seemed to notice that the youngest Fenton kid, who had noodles are arms and couldn’t be more than 16, radiated a sticky, staticy aura of danger. Maybe they’re used to it and didn’t realize but Craig couldn’t help but notice people didn’t stand too close to him and his people, let their eyes slide over and away from him.
The first few times, he thought he was being paranoid, picking up the residual anxiety from the crowd. But every time he shared a room with Danny Fenton, even in passing, he got the chills like someone was walking over his grave. Once he put two and two together, he started paying more attention and what he saw... well it added up to something he didn’t quite get.
Danny was quiet but alert. He always showed up every one of the planning meetings, even the ones Craig knew were adults only. He’d just slink on in and slouch in the corner with sharp eyes. Danny frowned at bad news and mumbled quietly to himself when thinking. As much as he put on the ‘bored teen’ act, to anyone paying attention it was clear that Danny was too. But no one was, Craig almost never saw him being shooed away even when other older, experienced towns figures were. Sometimes Craig wondered if they even noticed his presence in those meetings.
He had this presence about him that set Craig’s teeth on edge and made the hairs on his neck stand up and made him feel cold down to his bones. At first glance, he looked like any other teenager but the longer Craig watched him the more he noticed. The sickly pale and slightly green tinged skin. The dark, sunken quality to his eyes reminding Craig of museum mummies that scared him as a kid. His nails and teeth were just a bit too sharp, he moved a bit too fast and almost seemed to blur a bit on the edges. Craig had to stop studying Fenton directly not just because he knew the kid was onto him but he was getting seriously creeped out.
So the boy was a little haunted, he had a portal to hell directly underneath his bedroom. Craig wouldn’t be too shocked if there was some residual contamination with him. But that didn’t explain the ghosts.
Once Craig had stopped watching Danny, he watched how others reacted to him and that was it’s own mystery. While humans seemed to, consciously or not, avoid him, the ghosts sought him out. Horrifying and inhuman spectral beings had glanced over Mr and Mrs Fenton in favor of their son in the back corner. Time and again they appeared to tune out whatever to the experts were saying in favor of the kid who looked like he hadn’t slept in a week. And Danny would lock eyes back, sometimes rolling them, sometimes mouthing something Craig couldn’t catch. And more than once he’d peek into an empty room to find Danny surrounded by ghosts. Ghosts who gave him deferential space, who referred to him and only him by name, who seemed just as scared of Dan as Craig was.
Part of Craig wanted to pull Jazz aside and ask what was going on. What had happened to the cheeky, clingy little brother she used to fondly talk about? When had he become something barely human? Something unspeakably horrifying because he couldn’t place the source of the horror? But Craig also saw the way Jazz, and Danny’s two pals, looked at them. They were also sharp, alert, watching everything and everyone. His friends and him were practically attached at the hip. They’d lounge together, the girl putting her hand in Danny’s back pocket and the boy with a lazy arm over Danny’s shoulder. Like the mythical Cerberus, a three headed monster that operated as a single, deadly being.
Even Craig’s old pal Jazz who he occasionally exchanged emailed updates and memes with, looked ready to pounce on anyone who came near Danny. One time, when he was watching Danny, Jazz stepped into his view and gave him a gentle but firm shake of her head before pulling her brother away. Whatever was going on, Craig wasn’t invited and that was fine by him. After that, Craig just sort of stopped paying attention. He didn’t think about the Fenton boy. He carried a sweater constantly to avoid the occasional, completely ordinary, chill. He kept his head down and his mouth shut because he had realized something important. Whatever was going on in Ghost Land or Spooksville or whatever the fuck they calling that swirling mass of death in the Fenton basement, Danny Fenton was the key to fixing it.
A part of him, the part that wasn’t on edge and terrified, was upset by the idea of a kid being responsible for such an ugly mess. The other larger part wanted the kid to get things fixed pronto so Craig could speed back to his old, broken down apartment and pretend that Fenton’s eyes didn’t light up the color of green death when he stood too close to portal when he thought no one was thinking. He didn’t want to think on what else Fenton was up to when the humans weren’t around.
XxX
Croix did not like humans. However, working in a library close to the permanent human portal had made them learn to accept the presence of humans. Humans were digustingly linear and prone to horrifying acts of change but circumstances had drawn them together.
Croix knew they themselves had been human once, they didn’t know how long ago and didn’t bother to find out. Even their name was chosen postmortem, inspired by a book in his library. Being in the living world made his incorporeal form shutter with distaste. They did not belong here, especially not in the domain of the Phantom.
Oh they may not have left the Zone for at least a few centuries but everyone knew of the Phantom. Travelers spoke of him, books telling of his exploits began to fill the shelves of the library and Croix had found a unique fascination with the creature. They wondered what it must be like to possess the powers of the dead alongside the glorious and ruinous entrapment of the living. It was a conundrum, a mystery, and Croix was quite fond of those. They volunteered to serve as a referential resource in the War if only to study the abomination up front.
The Phantom was not at all like the stories made him out to be.
Croix had heard tales of his mist like hair, the color of bleached bones. They’d gasped reading about the swirling greens of his eyes which mirrored the human portal that had turned him into such a wretched thing. The white tipped claws, the mewling cavernous jaw filled with hundreds of teeth, the force of his fists amplified by a physical body of meat and sinew and bone. The boy before them was something of a disappointment. 
Oh he had the air of the dead about him, the scent of him like a fresh, still warm corpse. But otherwise he looked like any other filthy, nauseating human. It was hard to imagine this pathetic specimen had defeated Pariah Dark, had battled Undergrowth and Nocturne and Vortex and escaped with his core intact. But Skulker gave him his attention, his deference occasionally and that was no small feat. Despite his fearsome reputation as a hunter, Skulker had Croix’s respect as a someone who understood the value or research and study. Skulker often came to the library in search of information about his quarry. Skulker was how Croix had first heard of the Phantom.
Croix did not understand the point of the other humans. Yes, their world was threatened as much as Croix’s but they offered nothing but distraction and wasted time. Why could they not speak to the Phantom directly, as the representative of the human world who understood ghost custom, he did not understand. But he had been informed, before he crossed over the veil for the first time since death, that the other humans did not know of the Phantom’s true nature. So began a ridiculous pantomime.
Great and mighty ghosts listened to meat beings talk about idea they had no notion even of the scope while they discussed real battle plans with the Phantom, hidden from view. The Phantom scurried around the humans, acting small and pitiful while he back was tall, head high amongst the dead. As much as the living dead contradiction intrigued him, the actual being proved to be less interesting. It really was true, you never should meet the unmentionable monstrosity you have a vague fascination for. Oh well, Croix was unbothered. Death was unending, unchanging and interests were merely fixed moments in time which passed without care. Croix would simply find something else to pique their interest. Once the War was done.
Croix was sorting through some of their documents when they notice the Phantom and some other humans have come down to their chambers. Oh how they despised having to covert their collection to physical form. How burdensome to exist in one centralized space for the convenience of a species who haven’t bothered to find a way to circumnavigate death because they understand that living is too aggravating to do forever.
“We need some information,” one of the humans said. “What are the oldest documents you have on the Zone? How it formed, how it came to be?” Croix ignored them in favor of reviewing their documents. They tried to interact with the humans as little as possible, if the Phantom needed something he could address them properly without using meat proxies.
“Hey, ghost guy, we need that information now. We’re kind of on a time crunch here,” another said. Or perhaps the same one. Differentiating corporeal beings was quite exhausting and Croix had run out of patience for that decades ago. They kept reading over their books. There was a distorted crackle in the air and Croix glanced up at the Phantom.
"m̷̧̼̹̙͉̤͓͎̯͔̪̥̔̈́̓̈́̀̿̀̍̀̎ý̸̟̹͎͔̪̊́̄͝ ̴͖̯̻̹̩͉̩͎́̇̈͌̀͛̔̊́͂̃̕͠f̵̢̩͈̈́̒̂̓̎̓̈́̒͒̀̚͠r̸̗̗̭͎̘̻̪̈́̀̔́͆͑̊̈̇͐͂̃̅͜͝ĩ̵̛͈̞̪͇̤̪̰̮̲̐͗̈́̈̅͝͝e̸̡̛̲̮͚̫̭̩̼̗̎̂̿̔͝n̷̛̥͙̟̥͚̻̅̈̍̂͋̔̂͘͝d̶̹͐s̸̠̗̖͆̉͒̈́̀̏̂͛ ̷̹̤͖̘̺͉̈͋̿̉a̵̛̝̫̹̥̝͌͊͐̔̍͗̄̈́̊̿̋͘̚͠ś̴̢̱̲̫͙̪̩̟͖̠̒̈́̃͜͜͠ķ̵̧̡̗͎̭͔̝̰͔͖̹̣͖͚̆̊̍͊́̽̈̾̊̇́é̴͕̗͈̗̻͔̥͓̰͍͇̔̀́̉̓̽d̶̢̨̦̹̪͍̩̤̹̞̪̼̋͊͋ ̶̢̮̼̠̞̩̠̰̳̖͑̅͗̈́͐͘̕ÿ̷͚͎̞̫̱̥͉͈̮͒͊͠ͅỏ̸̡̞͚̘̖͍̞̘͚̦͓̞̗̠͆̅͘͜͝ụ̶̝͛̋͛̌̇̒ ̸̺͕̥̫͖̠̮̺̥̮͚͍͙̅́͋͛́̍a̶̖͓̩͇̋͐̓̂̈́̀̆̀͂̅ ̶̢͕͍̞̀̿͑̓q̶̨͔͔̖̬̗͈̟͙͓̱͉̱͔̘̓̒̎̀̍u̵̦̤̲̬͎͔̹̮͖͆̓̆̑͑͌̇̄̆̀̈́̚͠͝ȩ̶̱̬͉̹̥̘͙͉͚͔̗͍̯̇͒̾̍͠s̶̢̤͚͓̯͕͖͙̥̮̆̇̓͌̈́̽̏̐̚͝t̷͇͔͉̝̮̙͍̙̩̪̝̜̀͝ȋ̵̛͇̆͑͠o̵̳͂̃͌͌͆̊̾̈́̀͊͗͝n̴̢̛̙̤͍̯̬̠̥͔͓̽͗͜" the Phantom said in Ghost. His mortal shell only bore the faintest trace of humanity. But it wasn’t his body that had Croix feeling fear, genuine fear, it was the bright flashing of the Phantom’s core which was so bitterly, achingly cold. It reminded Croix, for a moment, of the chill of death coming for him. Of how his body, now long since dust, had felt in those last moments before it all went black. Centuries dead and yet the fear of death was breathing down his neck. Croix moved his head up but kept his eyes down.
“What information does the Phantom require?” Croix asked shakily, doing their best not to decoporealize into ectoplasm. Now they understood the myths, why the Phantom emerged victorious time and again. He may be a monster, a damnation, a blight upon the living and the dead... but he walked between and was a reminder to all of that bitter, frightful transition period. A core powered by that impossible, infinitesimal balance and yet.
“Danny, are you kids down here?” A voice, human, asked from elsewhere. the Phantom pulled back, the green fading to blue and the shadows returning to flesh.
“Yeah Mom, we’ll be up in a second,” he responded like he was just another normal human. Like he wasn’t the most terrifying, powerful creature in this plane or the next.
“Well what are you doing down here?” The voice sighed.
“Oh you know, looking around,” the Phantom grinned at Croix and his teeth were sharp as knives. Croix shakily handed over the documents the Phantom requested. They were old and very valuable but Croix was hardly going to deny a being with such power anything at this point. “We’ll be up in a second.” the Phantom called back, once more looking mostly human.
But he wasn’t, Croiz wasn’t entirely sure what he was but they wanted nothing to do with it. The Phantom and his humans left and Croix couldn’t help but wonder how he could move so quietly among the humans. Why did he play pretend when he could be a god? Croix had not been alive for a long time, had lost motivation for human desires such as greed and power but still. He wondered what the Phantom was like in his human skin, when the ghosts weren’t around. How did a wolf play the part of a sheep so well that they treated him as lesser? How did the sheep not sense that one who walked among could bite into their necks at any time?
Best not to think about really. This really wasn’t Croix’s area, they belonged in the library where everything was dead and simple. This, the world of the living and the horrifying shades that permeated from it, it wasn’t for him. They would keep their head down and their mouth shut until this war passed and they could flee back to where the laws of reality made sense. Where someone wasn’t both powerful and weak in the very same undead heartbeat.
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~Gorillaz Circus AU Headcanons~
2-D:
•He's the clown of the tent. Definitely.
•Always coming up with new and unique shows that fascinate the audience and make them laugh equally.
•He loves getting creative and expressing himself, especially with his costumes and his make-up.
•Don't be fooled, thanks to his long limbs he's quite capable of some acrobatic tricks. He can stand on his hands, he can do cartwheels, he can even drive a unicycle.
Murdoc:
•I can see him doing stuff with fire. Maybe even being a fire-eater
•No show is too dangerous, too hot or too bright for him, he loves being the center of attention and the people going "Ohhh!" whenever he does tricks with fire.
•Besides that, he can also swallow swords, though he's been told to take the dangerous acts down a notch to not motivate children to try and imitate what he does.
•He also absolutely loves chasing 2D during his clown shows and throwing things at him, since 2D has to act like it's all part of the show.
Noodle:
•She's the princess of the tent.
•She loves height, and she loves doing acrobatic tricks, so therefore, she's a tightrope walker.
•She has a lot of pretty dresses and props, she loves walking over the rope or doing tricks in the air.
•Sometimes she wishes she had a partner for the trapeze, but she can't motivate anyone of the others to come up there with her. So it's still a one woman show
Russel:
•He's a animal tamer. But a good one.
•He loves his animals and they love him, he always make sure they're well cared for and not put under too much stress by his routines.
•He especially loves his lions, and he's a skilled guy who knows what they're capable of.
•He's also the good soul of the circus, the one who keeps a bit of an eye over everyone like over his animals.
Ace:
•He's a juggler! He loves to juggle with everything that he gets his hands on.
•He also does tricks where he stands on one hand while he juggles, or on moving boxes.
•He also does occasional knife tricks but like Murdoc, has been told to tone it down. His butterfly knife is still with him though, to fascinate the audience at least a little bit.
*looks at my artist mutuals* If any of you want to draw either of these headcanons, feel free to, I'd be beyond honoured.
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HC of these the demon MLs (the current ones)
How would each of them fall in love with us
Is it a slowburn romance or falls quickly?
Which would take the longest to confess👀?
I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS ONE
I am expanding on your idea a little, but I am sticking to the kings and maybe a few others because... there are just too many for me to cover all at once (also bonus Gabriel because I am an angel simp).
Mammon is taken instantaneously. He needs to know everything about you right now. Everything in the world is his, but he can loan his possession to you if it will prove how serious he is. That man will adore dressing you up and making you shine like the jewel of hell. His precious jewel. 💎
Satan... well, it ain't love when it starts, but it is definitely intimate. He wants your body. Sex and love are different things. You're in hell. He wants to fuck. Get the picture? It turns to love slowly. He probably realizes he's in love around the time he finds himself wondering if you're okay or enjoying yourself when he spanks you or does anything too sadistic for the average human. Except he's also probably a little in denial because it was just supposed to be sex and nothing more. He does not want it to be anything more. Too bad, Satan.
Beelzebub is after the thrill of doing it with Solomon's descendant. It isn't that deep. He wants to fuck once just to say he did it. Then he gets to know you and starts thinking how much he wants to journey across hell with you by his side. After that, he is trying to do cute things like hold hands and cuddle and carry you around like you're precious... also bang like rabbits.
Leviathan (as much as I wish he was falling head over heels immediately) would be a slow burn king. He's envious of every single person in the world, including you. He would be so blinded by his jealousy that he couldn't fall for you in any way. Well, not until he finds himself getting hard over his own turbulent emotions. It's still a slow burn after that, but he's more open to being a little cutie pie who really needs to get pegged while being told how pretty he is so he can get over his jealousy.
Astaroth he looks like he doesn't give two shits about you. He stares at you so expressionlessly that it it's easy to think he hates you. The truth is he fell for you at first sight and is wondering how he can corrupt you over and over again until you're as bad as any devil. His face will never express how deeply this man wants you, but his actions certainly will. And, yea, you are allowed to pet the danger noodle. Extra benefits.
Bael has you working for him. He has no time to deal with any other emotions. He has a kingdom to run and you are nothing more than another person under a false king. He'll come around if you share his burdens and let him be Bael rather than a second Beelzebub.
Amon is as flighty as his king with aspirations to take his position (if he wasn't so afraid that Beelzebub would find out and ruin his life). He falls for a partner in crime almost immediately, especially one who could upset the balance of everything in his favor. He would give you the very world without having to even ask.
Paimon falls fast and hard. Well, he falls in a superficial sense. He sees you for the first time and decides you are adorable and would look great hanging off his arm; an accessory. It isn't until he spends more time with you and gets to really know you that he falls for real. He will be damned (hehe) before he let's you figure out he was playing you at first.
Gabriel has a whole enemies to lovers trope going on. It is the slowest burn in the history of the universe, until the day he realizes he's fallen and there is no going back. After that, it's impossible not to tell he's in love. He does not hide it well (or at all).
Minhyeok is already head over heels with all of you. He's been your friend since childhood and has had a lot of time to come to terms with his feelings. Man texts you to wipe the chair, but he only does that to let you know he knows your horny in his house. Very conniving way to make you think about him while you're touching yourself~
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Something about their bros that they don't like?
I thought that this was an interesting ask :)
Sans: He hates how his brother tries so hard to make everyone like him, then gets sad if someone doesn't like him, and how Papyrus will trust and forgive pretty much everyone and anyone. Sans just doesn't understand how he's able to do that. It's dangerous and makes Sans scared.
Papyrus: Papyrus really dislikes how his brother never talks to him about things that are bothering him, and always says that he's fine, no matter what's going on. Another thing that he hates, is how lazy his brother is all the time, and wishes that he would do more.
Red: Red really dislikes how Edge thinks that he's better than everyone else, and is so aggressive and shouts at him all the time. It puts him on edge all the time, and now he feels nervous to fall asleep because he always worries that he's going to get woken up by screaming.
Edge: How Red falls asleep all the time because he knows that it's dangerous, and some monster could randomly kill Red without giving him the ability to fight back. How Red also loves humans and shit like that is also annoying to Edge but he can't say too much.
Blueberry: How his brother smokes! It isn't often but he still does it and Blueberry hates that! Smoking isn't good!
Stretch: Sometimes Blueberry tries to get him to work out, or go outside to meet people and won't take no for an answer and that stresses Stretch out a lot which he's been trying to help Blueberry get out of the habit of.
Axe: How Noodle sometimes won't take no for an answer and doesn't listen to him a lot anymore. He loves Noodle but they can be a little much.
Noodle: How their brother tricked them into eating human meat, even though they said that they didn't want to. They know that it was for their own good but it was still upsetting.
Lord: Mutt cries a lot at things, and Lord dislikes it a lot because it stresses him out. Other than that, he can't think of anything he dislikes about his sibling anymore. After the accident they got... better.
Mutt: They can't think of anything! They love their brother so much.
King: King... dislikes how his brother treats everything like a joke even the time that he got hurt, it was a joke to him then told him to calm down, since he didn't get dusted.
Alpha: He dislikes how King tries to act like he's the 'strongest monster in the underground' he doesn't say anything about it, no, not at all, but he thinks it's a joke and thinks that his brother is a joke.
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Hit the Breaks - Dazai Osamu x Reader
Summary: Dazai enjoys crossing lines so much he gets the urge to cut them.
A/N: Based on THIS conversation with @mitsuxii and @lqurelhell that gave me a Dazai brain worm
I asked for permission before posting this, because this wasn’t something I was given as a request but something that just gave me brain worms. I hope you guys enjoy (and I hope this does your wish justice) Let me know what you think!
“Is that his car?” Dazai’s sudden question had you reeling. You looked up at him, blinking, trying to figure out where it came from, when he pointed to a car across the street and repeated his question, “Is that his car?”
“His car?” you mumbled. It took you even longer to recognize the vehicle. You stopped. “Dazai, why are we over here?” you wheezed, squeezing his arm, looking around the neighborhood. You hadn’t even noticed where he’d dragged you – it was a far cry from where you two were supposed to be, anyway, if the location of the Port Mafia buildings were anything to go by.
Dazai wiggled free of your grip with noodle-like movements. “Nowhere,” he hummed. He glanced up the street before skipping off the curb to the offending vehicle. “Stay there, okay?”
“Dazai!” you hissed, “Get back here!”
“No!” he sang.
Someone called your name behind you. The voice crawled up your spine, spurned further into your brain by a touch against your back. You jerked away from him.
“What are you doing to my car?” the familiar voice sputtered.
“Nothing,” replied Dazai. You snapped your head towards him. He was kneeling next to the tire, very obviously doing something. When he pulled his hand away, his bandages were stained.
“No, you are!” Your ex stepped off the curb towards him. “You’re obviously doing something.”
“What?” asked Dazai. “What could I possibly be doing?” He shoved his hands deep in his pockets. “Obviously nothing illegal, or dangerous.”
“What did you do?!” demanded your ex.
Dazai hummed as he wandered back towards you, whistling, stepping close enough that you could smell the offending fluid on his coat. “Did you see me do anything?” he asked you, “I didn’t see me do anything.” He smiled. “I think you’re seeing things.” Then, Dazai grabbed your elbow and spun you away. “Let’s go grab a drink, yeah? I think that sounds nice.”
“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Did you—”
“It’s better if you don’t completely cut the line, because then they won’t notice until they’re already driving,” he murmured into your ear, twisting his hand around, “Though, I think I might’ve cut too deep.”
“Thanks, I think,” you said.
“You’re welcome!” He threw his arm over your shoulder, poking your cheek. “How’s ice cream sound? Maybe an alcoholic shake, or something?”
~*~Thanks for Reading~*~
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Let's Rewind! Toast watches Voltron: Defender of The Universe (1984)
Season 1, Episode 8: The Stolen Lion
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Training time for the princess! I'm not sure if it's canon or not, but I feel like Lance is the best flyer out of all of them, so it's nice to see that he's the one training Allura up there
Lance talking smack and still getting proved right when Allura can't hit him Why did a smack to blue's forehead send a jolt of electricity to Allura?? She's free-falling right now and that doesn't make sense
Someone else saved Allura this time! He was pretty snarky about it too when the boys finally got to her in that traction beam
Introducing Prince Bokar, I know his story, but it'll be nice to see how it plays out
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He's looking for a bride and destiny led him to Allura apparently, but she's not buying it Now she does after he says he'd never hurt her
Lance being sassy again and starting his human lie-detector streak THIS MAN IS TRYING TO GET HIS ADRENALINE ANYWHERE, FLIPPING OFF THE TOP OF RED LION LIKE THAT
"You, up there, come down!" "Alright I'm down, your high and mighty majesty" GET HIM LANCE
Nanny said she wished two young men fought over her, this is probably where the Allurance started I'm an allurance shipper but not for this voltron show so right now I'm only reacting to nanny with heavy judgement
Pidge and Hunk being the only real ones who help Lance, but Keith is just staring down Bokar for being a piece of shit LMAO
Lance making good points about Bokar travelling by himself when a prince wouldn't do that, especially if he was in search for a bride
Apparently Lance knows how a space pirate fights, more angst material for meee
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NANNY HAS NO CHILL MY GOD
Pidge learns not to insult the woman that gives him desserts, apparently he likes astrocakes which I like to think are just moonpies with a different name
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R E V E N G E
And the reveal that Bokar really is evil His plan is to kidnap Allura and blue for Zarkon, fun Oh and apparently Koba is still watching on Arus and tormenting the mice while he's at it lol
Lance is still on his rampage about Bokar being evil, he's right of course, but man is he volatile
COBRAS IN THE VENT LANCE WAKE THE FUCK UP SINCE WHEN DID LANCE HAVE A KNIFE UNDER HIS MATTRESS
Lance's room number is R110, Keith's is R112, Hunk and Pidge came out of the same room which I assume would be either R111 or R113 I like to think Pidge and Hunk were having a sleep-over holy shit it keeps switching between r110 and r112 for Lance, jfc why does animation do this
MORE COBRAS suddenly the other boys have daggers, I guess they all have em
mmmm they want prince Bokar to pilot blue, obviously it's still early one as the princess agrees that she shouldn't be in blue unless in emergency but still GROSS they haven't tested his combat flight skills, I'm very much a stickler for the rules
This is where lance's sharp shooting skill probably started, he shot at bokars arm but only to hit the cobra under his sleeve which revealed that bokar was indeed the reason why the cobras were in the castle
I don't like that the princess just faints at the sight of a cobra, I know it's a very real fear for people but still that girl has seen nightmares come alive I think she can handle a danger noodle
Alfor ex machina returns again, is alfor part of voltrons spirit?
bokar tries to threaten her to fly blue but she refuses to but keith makes the weird ass call to follow his commands maybe it's to get them out of the water
AND THEN SHE FAINTS AGAIN WHEN SHE SEES HIS ACTUAL COBRA FORM ok this one i kind of understand but goddamn girl get a GRIP
out the open head hatch he goes apparently he can glide with those cobra wings of his
Voltron when we didn't even wake up Allura? I mean I guess she's awake now but maybe make that obvious to the audience guys
Prince bokar is technically listed as a robeast, but it's just his name, he weighs 3960 short tons in his giant form though
suddenly a real lion fades in and roars as voltron is slicing bokar in half? ok i guess
Lance calling Nanny out for being superficial lmao
Allura makes a weird comment about being watched, so she doesn't get taking in by a pretty face and then almost whispers "Unless I want it to happen" girly pop what uh,,, what are you implying here
Episode end! This was a fun one, it's always interesting when the villains stop trying to be obvious and start being smart by sending in spies to get to the team instead
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r0-boat · 2 years
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I had an idea I wished to share. So y’all know the possession au with future Emmet and present Emmet duking it out mentally and all that?
Future Emmet’s s/o left him years after Ingo’s disappearance cause no matter what they did or tried to help Future!Emmet kept spiraling and the relationship turned toxic so they left for both of their sakes.
In this timeline you’re still with Emmet, you two are happily together but once future! Emmet possesses present! Emmet’s body, he’s ecstatic at seeing you again.
So basically yandere future Emmet, and your normal sweet present Emmet who’s trying to win back control to save you from all the batshit crazy thoughts his future self keeps thinking.
Of course you pick up something being wrong, a few odd things Emmet does and Ingo seemingly depressive episodes coming out of left field.
But you aren’t aware of the danger lurking. Aren’t aware that your biggest threat is cuddling up against you in bed.
This would be confusing as hell to write for, but I wanted to share the idea cause it’s been on my mind for a minute and I figured sharing it would get the brain worm out. -noodle
OMG YESS I love @/ nartothelar future Emmet au
The Au is tragic and sad, but all I can think about is "Oh wow two Emmets 😳"
What a big fat brain worm!
As if one Emmet isn't bad enough(affectionate)
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